#ccseonho

[cclucky-blog1]

* pocket monsters

+ @ccseonho

another human invention that kenta finds particularly amazing: pokemon go.

at first, he needed a bit of a history lesson from seonho in order to understand the context behind the game; kenta initially just wanted to play because it was popular but apparently that wasn’t acceptable. to him, it was an opportunity to pretend he was the one being cool and catching monsters for once -- even if these monsters were tiny and adorable and not real, nothing like the magic ones that they have to face in this world. 

after kenta asked about it, though, seonho told him that there were other, "real" versions of the game, and showed him several clips from the animation with the promise to make him watch it when they have time.

but for now -- the focus was on the game. everybody and their mother is obsessed, and both boys wanted to get in on the action before they fall behind. of course, kenta is delighted that seonho is the one who wants to teach him how to play; anytime that he gets to hang out on his own with seonho is exciting to him since they haven’t spent as much time together as the others.

when they have some free time on a sunday evening, minhyun gives them permission to go out, with the promise that they'll only wander a little bit, stick to streets without too many crowds, and if too many people notice them then they'll head home.

"wait, wait, i see something -- it's.. oh, a bunny? i think," sure enough, the "bunny" has popped up not too far away, in front of some office building. kenta is pretty sure the pokemon isn't called 'bunny' but he's going to find out as soon as he catches it anyway.

but when he swipes his first pokeball at the thing, it seems like he's caught it -- but then the little monster pops out of the ball again, and kenta cries out, dismayed. 

"what? it broke my pokeball!" he looks up from his phone, frowning at seonho. it’s the first time he hasn’t caught something when he tried. if he looks back at his phone, he’ll see that the pokemon is still there, but he’s too busy mourning to realize. "so does that mean i lost the game..?”

[ccguanlin-blog]

express delivery ,

🌀 a starter for @ccseonho

with the end of his shift fast approaching, guanlin runs to the bike he keeps chained outside the starbucks a block away from the pizza parlor. it’s mostly for appearances—he’s pretty sure his boss equates his faster than fast delivery times with marathon biker speed and endurance or something. considering guanlin only learned how to ride a bike a couple of months ago, he’s not sure how he keeps the fiction up, but like many things in his life, it’s necessary. the rest of his precious few hours before bed are spent back at his workplace sorting out money and tips and usually sweet talking the owner into letting him take home a pizza (or two) for a midnight snack.

but he lingers by his bike today, mouth drawn in a pensive frown as he unchains it from the bike rack. guanlin fishes his phone out of his pockets and opens the messages he has from seonho, each one causing his frown to deepen. they are perfectly ordinary texts, guanlin thinks, some maybe even a bit distant. he gets that; he was feeling bored during his shift, but seonho has too much on his plate to indulge in guanlin’s dumb cat videos or meme inquires. he doesn’t resent it; he just… misses his friend. a lot. seonho’s out living life and following his dreams. and guanlin gets that you have to leave people behind to move forward sometimes, but being left behind is lonely.

however, seonho’s messages don’t feel sincere. guanlin might be projecting ( he probably is ), but he has a hard time believing seonho’s really doing okay. as his best friend, he has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to seonho… or he likes to think he does, anyway. he can usually tell when seonho is too stressed out or upset or just having a hard time, and his sixth sense is screaming at him to go see seonho as soon as possible ( maybe the sixth sense is just guanlin being selfish; he wants to see seonho too, if just for a second ).

it’s not as easy as dropping by and sneaking in through his window anymore, though. seonho lives at the miracle era dorm now. if guanlin’s being honest, the place and seonho’s new groupmates freak the crap out of him. as a best friend, it’s his duty to swallow his trepidation and try, at least.

with that decided, guanlin rushes back to the pizza parlor to settle accounts, abandons his bike outside jaebum’s place, and runs to the dorm all in twenty minutes—without changing out of his uniform. he only realizes he’s still dressed in the awful red and yellow outfit ( complete with a foam-and-felt pepperoni pizza slice on top the hat ) when he knocks on the front door. by then it’s too late to run back and change ( he’s fast, but not that fast ).

oh no. what if one of seonho’s groupmates opens the door and asks him ‘where’s the pizza?’ he has no pizza. with shaky hands, he pulls his phone out again and shoots out a series of quick texts.

[ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Hey [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Delivery [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] (It’s me) [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Uh [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Please open the door [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Even though I didn’t bring pizza [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] :P [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] But I’m better than pizza [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Right? [ ✉ ➝ master ;) ] Don’t answer that